Shelly Fairchild
Shelly Fairchild
Shelly Fairchild
Shelly Fairchild
Shelly Fairchild
Shelly Fairchild
Shelly Fairchild
Shelly Fairchild
Shelly Fairchild
Shelly Fairchild
Shelly Fairchild
There's a king-size bed that ain't been slept in
Dinner on the table; it's sitting there cold again
The front porch light just gave up and burned out
Here you are looking like something the cat drug in
With a worn out story 'bout a-where you've been:
Sweet little words coming out of your mouth
You ain't gonna lie, lie here anymore
You ain't gonna break this heart
Baby, like you did before
You're a silver tongued devil that had me believin'
Every promise you were bound to break
But you ain't getting back through this door:
You don't lie here anymore
You can beg and plead an' say that you're innocent;
That you don't know where the time went
But that trace of perfume is a smokin' gun
So you can turn right around
Go back to where you've just been;
Take a look at all you'll be missin'
'Cause you won't be here when the morning comes
You ain't gonna lie, lie here anymore
You ain't gonna break this heart
Baby, like you did before
You're a silver tongued devil that had me believin'
Every promise you were bound to break
But you ain't getting back through this door:
You don't lie here anymore
Hey, yeah: you're a silver tongued devil that had me believin'
Every promise you were bound to break
But you ain't getting back through this door:
You don't lie here anymore
You don't lie here anymore
You don't lie here anymore